Is it normal to live on the phone to help your boyfriend investigate the case?

"No," Qu Mingcong corrected him expressionlessly, "it looks like a ghost is crying."

Normal human beings cannot cry this tune.

He Qile looked like he was about to cry.

Although Qu Mingcong was a little terrified by the crying, he was even happier when he saw He Qile's reaction. He laughed and said, "Didn't you say that there are no ghosts in this world? There are only energy bodies."

He Qile nodded his head with difficulty, and replied in a weak voice: "Yes... there is no ghost..."

"Since you know there are no ghosts, what are you afraid of?" Qu Mingcong teased him funny.

"Everyone knows that cockroaches don't bite people, no... aren't they all afraid of cockroaches..." He Qile defended himself in a low voice to save face.

As soon as the words fell, the sobbing sound came again, as if a ladle of ice water was poured down the back of the neck, making people shiver with cold.

Qu Mingcong and He Qile stood in place, you looked at me, I looked at you, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Do you know the legend of the crying girl?" For a moment, Qu Mingcong asked He Qile.

He Qile froze for a moment, first nodded, then shook his head.

"I know...but, but I don't know what it is..." he stammered.

Qu Mingcong said: "If you hear a woman crying in the middle of the night, don't turn your head, and don't open your mouth to complain that the crying is too loud, otherwise you will be targeted by the crying woman, and you will encounter misfortune."

He Qile looked at him hesitantly, "Then we..."

"Just kidding, there are no ghosts in this world." Qu Mingzong smiled, and turned around with He Qile——

He Qile: "!!!"

The corridor behind him was dark, and the crying faded away.

"It's all here, look for where the sound is coming from." Qu Mingcong patted He Qile's shoulder lightly, then found the light switch in the corridor, walked over and snapped it on.

The lights dispelled the darkness, and the entire corridor on the third floor of the East Building was illuminated, and He Qile suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

But just a few seconds after he relaxed, the scalp-numbing cry came again faintly, intermittently, long and short, haunting them lingeringly.

He Qile's hairs stood on end, he couldn't help but took a few steps, and followed Qu Mingcong every step of the way, as if if he stayed a little farther away, he might be entangled by unknown ghosts.

"It seems to be coming from upstairs." Qu Mingcong listened carefully, then looked forward, "Go up and have a look, take the stairs."

He Qile's eyes widened, and he looked at Qu Mingcong in disbelief, as if he was questioning: Take the stairs? ? ?

The lights on the stairs are voice-activated, so unless you can sing loudly all the time, the corridor will be dark from time to time. Isn't this purely for excitement?
Obviously you can take the elevator up.

Qu Mingcong saw what he was thinking, and replied: "The elevator is a relatively closed space, which is not conducive for me to judge where the crying sound just now came from."

The reasons are good and valid.

He Qile was speechless, so he could only bite the bullet and follow Qu Mingcong to the stairwell.

Pushing open the heavy fire door, there was a creak, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on.

The two walked into the corridor one after the other and walked up the stairs. The metal fire door behind them was also automatically closed by the spring device.

The stairs of the museum are not narrow. Considering the need for a large number of tourists to escape in an emergency, the design is very wide, even if three people go up the stairs side by side, it will not be crowded.

And the light is not very dark, because there are windows, even if the voice-activated lights are turned off, the outside light can still shine in a little.

Qu Mingcong observed the environment, and slowly came to the fourth floor. He did not rush to open the door to leave the stairwell, but stood in front of the door and listened carefully again.

He Qile stood behind him nervously, guessing that the voice-activated light was about to go out, and cleared his throat uncomfortably: "Cough, cough..."

Qu Mingcong glanced at him, "Shut up, I can't hear you clearly."

He Qile: "..."

In the silence, they heard the wailing of the wronged soul again, each sound was extremely long, sometimes it was a thin weeping sound, sometimes it was a low whimper, and sometimes it was almost crying!Meow like a cat!
He Qile suddenly had an inspiration, "Could it be...could it be a wild cat?"

Qu Mingcong listened carefully for a while, then murmured: "It would be easier if it was a cat."

"Why?" He Qile was puzzled.

Qu Mingcong turned his head and gave him a subtle look, "I have a nickname, called stray cats to treat professional households."

He Qile: "..."

According to their background investigation on Qu Mingcong, Qu Mingcong has indeed been fighting stray cats for a long time.

"But it's not a cat." Qu Mingcong said again, reaching out to hold the metal fire door leading to the office area on the fourth floor, and slowly pulling it open.

It was pitch black outside, only the weird crying sound came and went.

Qu Mingcong used his mobile phone to illuminate the light. He was very brave and took photos around the wall. He Qile was really worried that he would suddenly show a ghost image.

"Oh, I found the switch." Qu Mingcong walked to the wall according to the front, pressed the switch, and the aisle on the fourth floor was suddenly bright.

The crying is still there.

However, with the blessing of the lights, He Qile's nervousness has been relieved a lot, and he gradually got used to the weird crying.

Qu Mingcong walked forward following the sound, and He Qile followed slowly, turning his head to look behind him from time to time, worried that something would appear suddenly.

The rooms on both sides of the fourth floor were all tightly closed, and the sound seemed to be far away, but at the same time seemed to be everywhere.

Qu Mingcong stopped and walked, and not long after, he stopped in front of Ding Na's studio.

When He Qile thought of Ding Na falling to his death in this room, he couldn't help feeling horrified, and his nerves that had just been relieved tensed up again.

But Qu Mingcong only stayed for a moment, and then moved forward again.

The sound did not come from that studio.

The two of them, one in front of the other, kept walking at a moderate pace and walked to the end of the aisle.

Qu Mingcong stopped again, looked at each other from left to right, and quickly settled down, saying to He Qile, "It's here."

He Qile looked up to see the toilet sign.

Well, the men's room.

Although most of the rooms on the fourth floor are locked, the toilets are not.

Qu Mingcong walked in without saying a word.

He didn't know where the light switch of the toilet was, and he couldn't find it after using his mobile phone for a long time. He simply stopped looking, just stood in the dark toilet and looked around, looking for suspicious sound sources, and then quickly fixed his eyes on the vent. on the mesh baffle.

Qu Mingcong listened closely.

He Qile nervously stood aside and looked at him, "...Is it here?"

"Yeah." Qu Mingcong straightened up, turned his head and asked, "Have you brought your mobile phone? Take a picture for me."

"I brought it..." He Qile quickly turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone.

Qu Mingcong observed the mesh baffle for a while, then stretched out his hand and tried to pull it, and found that the fixing nail was loose and could be easily removed.

He did the same.

As soon as the mesh baffle was removed, the sound inside the vent suddenly became louder!He Qile was startled, and the phone he was holding trembled.

But he soon noticed a change, that is, as the baffle of the vent was removed, the cry changed, becoming... less like a cry.

He was suspicious when he saw Qu Mingcong put an arm into the air vent and took out a can. The next second, Qu Mingcong took out a can.

Cans?
He Qile blinked and found that the crying had completely disappeared.

To be precise, those weird fluttering sounds full of twists and turns have now become pure, wind sounds.

It turned out to be the wind...

After a false alarm, He Qile finally relaxed completely.

At this time, Qu Mingcong frowned and looked at the strangely shaped can in his hand, and said, "I seem to have seen this can before."